#she did not sign up for gross human shit

[lyxanislive]

113/366 - Pregnancy for Dummies

[w1ll0w-w1spsss2]

“See how it puckers?” She prodded my asshole with the tip of the metal pointer, causing my hole to wink at the observers.

. . .

I really thought I lucked out! The last anatomy class with seats left offered an extra credit and was a bit cheaper than the other courses, I’d be stupid not to take it!

I was surprised not a lot of others were signed up, though when I arrived in the classroom emailed by the professor, every seat was taken.

“Up front! Come now, you’re late!” I realized the professor was directing her statements at me, and sat in the chair in front of the class.

“Alright class, now that our model is finally here… Human Anatomy, Lesson 1: The Pleasure Centers.”

The pleasure centers?? Man, this class was already getting into some interesting stuff. Wait… did she say model?

. . .

“Yes, that’s exactly right. See, when you stretch the anus enough, the cunt dispenses more natural lubricant. Perfect to dip a toy into. Anyone have one?”

I was bent in half over the chair, reaching back, spreading my cheeks apart. Two fingers twisted around in my asshole while murmurs could be heard behind me, offering toys, vibrators, even cocks! My holes both clenched at the thought, forcing the fingers out of me. Slap!

“Model. We’re in the middle of a demonstration. Don’t push anything out of your ass unless you’re told, understand?”

I nodded my head, and felt as the professor harshly slapped my cunt again.

“What do we notice?”

“It’s cunt is lubricating more ma’am.”

“Yes! Very good. Do you have a toy to put in?”

I heard a vibrator turn on behind me…

. . .

After the initial demonstration, everyone was left to explore all my pleasure centers. Fingers, toys, cocks, sometimes even tongues were slid in and out of my holes, but mostly my asshole. That seemed to be everyone’s favorite.

Eventually they all seemed to leave my cunt alone unless they needed lubrication.

“Alright class, that should wrap it up for today. Homework is to find your favorite way to stretch the anus.”

Everyone began gathering their things, I started to pull my pants up from around my ankles when a firm hand grabbed my wrist.

“Model, you get the extra course credit by being assistant to the teacher, so you’re going to be staying to… assist me.”

Assist her??

. . .

“Well, judging by how much you could take in your holes today, you’re going to need practice,” she said over my whining, she put 2, 3 , then popped in a 4th finger. “Remember, don’t push anything out of your ass unless I say so. Oh! I feel you pushing, I’m just going to push further!” I squealed as she shoved more in.

“The goal next week is to make you cum from just anal stimulation. Now that’s never going to happen if no one can get a fist in your hole.”

I felt like melting as her 4 fingers made it all the way to the second knuckle. Holy shit, and she wants me to take whole fists?? Quick as her fingers popped in my ass they all popped out at once, yanking a guttural sound from my throat.

“We will continue to stretch you tomorrow, probably every day until next class to be honest, but for now, put your tongue out.”

My tongue was met with her asshole. Gross! I tried to pull out but her hand held me firmly in place, she started bobbing my head up and down. I had no choice but to lick her ass, thrust my tongue deep in her, feel her wink suck me deeper in, taste every crevice.

I never thought I’d say this, but I think I’m going to love this class!!

[crimeronan]

Hang on. In the latest chapter, Luz is talking about Hunter's backstory &how Belos told him where he came from & she says she can't remember "which one it was for him." Is she talking about lies Belos told the other Grimwalkers??

BINGO. i am THRILLED that someone picked up on this.

what hunter Has been told is: his father was belos's brother. the brother and the rest of hunter's immediate family were killed, hunter was found in the aftermath, and belos took him in.

(i don't think i've ever established whether he was found in the woods or a house or a wrecked village. bc i'll never remember my own canon.)

when hunter found out that belos is human, he assumed his father must Also have been human. and that he himself must be half-human.

luz has let him think this.

hunter Suspects that parts of the story are bullshit, given what he now knows about how belos fabricates wild witch violence. he's not sure at All that his family actually Was killed. but he is certain that his dad is dead & the thought of tracking down his witch family makes him Incredibly Fucking Anxious, so he's. not pursuing it.

this AU's hunter would actually not be too badly shaken by the grimwalker revelation, bc he has WAY less emotionally tied up in belos. and he'd forgive luz for lying to him and understand why she did it.

however!!

it's easy to forget because the story (thus far, anyway) doesn't go into heavy detail -- but luz knows.... basically as much as belos did. about. all of the prior grimwalkers.

belos obfuscated the manner of their deaths to keep up his lies, but he was Extremely honest with her about everything else. like. everythiiing else.

like from a scientific perspective, luz knows all the components and how to put them together and how long to wait for them to incubate and whatnot, which is not That horrifying, it's basically just necromantic scavenger birds-and-the-bees.

but she also knows, like. how it's better to raise a child than form an adult because children have better temperaments. she has belos's notes on all the fucked-up early-psychology-style unethical experiments he did, & what the results were, & which of those results should ideally be repeated.

she has notes on what they were all told about who they are and where they come from, about whether it's better to be honest or to lie, and then when it's Clear that lying is better, about which lies are the most simple and effective.

she has his notes on the lifespans of all of the prior grimwalkers, including shit like child development, language acquisition, discipline, reward systems. his notes on personality and temperament and "illness," which is almost always just budding signs of independence/disobedience.

she has Everything he thought might be useful if she ever decided to create a companion of her own. including unnecessary information. bc he's a father passing down his legacy and wants her to know what he did.

like. it is GROSS. the things she knows are GROSS.

hunter being a grimwalker won't freak him out by itself. but she is fucking Terrified of him finding out that those notes exist. like hey, dude, i have concrete on-paper proof that Every Single Aspect of your personality and loyalty and love was premeditated to make you easier to control. proof that you can't actually trust any of your emotions or instincts because you're SUPPOSED to be non-autonomous. you love me and you chose me but did you actually?? you have never had any control over anything ever! okay bye 💕

like. that's a revelation that's either going to shake hunter to his core, which is fucking awful because he'll be upset and unmoored, OR it's going to have no impact on how he feels about luz/his life at all, which is fucking awful because it just feels like more proof that everything he does is coerced.

what a nightmare position to be in. Truly Unfortunate For Everyone...

[h-harleybaby]

vampire cartman obsessed with randomly marking his gf through out the day 🤭🤭

Omg yesssss

I’m taking this as a sign to give Vamp Cartman hcs because I wanna so bad 👉👈

For the purpose of writing she’s gonna be human because why not

Btw it’s probably gonna be in a different color than normal BECAUSE TUMBLR IS BEING WEIRD AND I CAN’T SEE SHIT

NSFW CONTENT (because I suck and my brain stopped working)

Vampire!Cartman x reader

• You have marks ALL over you because your stupid vampire bf can’t keep his lips to himself. Your friends are super confused too, they keep asking why you have lil dots all over your thighs when you wear shorts. I mean they know why you have bite marks but why’s there dots?? You know why and it’s so embarrassing

• Cartman found it really cute that when he first starting biting you and stuff you would cry or your eyes would water

• IT WAS LIKE, THE CUTEST THING TO HIM! He loved it when you did that (Cough he’s into dacryphilla cough) so ofc when you ya know, stopped doing that he got kinda sad

• I mean you were getting used to the feeling, and it was hot-

• But anyways, he got kinda pissed about it and started biting you harder just to see you cry a bit. He felt kinda bad but meh, you would’ve stopped him if you didn’t like it. He gave up at some point but he did sulk for a while

• I mean Cartman eventually got over it, he can make you cry in different way anyways. And that's good enough for him

• Never letting go of this, you have to pry it out of my cold dead corpse hands. HE LICKS YOUR TEARS AND HE LIVES FOR THE CUTE FACE YOU MAKE WHEN YOU CRY. EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU LOOK UGLY HE SECRELY THINKS ITS CUTE AND HE'LL LITERALLY NEVER TELL YOU

• Now you're gonna question me on this- YOU'RE GONNA QUESTION ME AND THE PERSON WHO GAVE ME THE IDEA, BUT HE LIKES TO EAT YOU OUT ON YOUR PERIOD

• I MEAN BLOOD- AND YOU??? HELL YEAH HE'S GONNA LOVE IT

• Might be a smidge grossed out at first but then he's like "welllllllll-"

• Anyways, he loves teasing you and biting your chest and your thighs. It's like, the best thing ever for him

• Because he's a vampire I guess he's technically undead so- no babies for y'all. WHICH IS KINDA GOOD THAT MEANS HE GETS TO CUM IN YOU ALL HE WANTS AND NO RISK

• Tbh, your blood is the sweetest to him and that's kinda what attracted him to you. Pretty lady and good tasting blood?? Hell yeah

• If you get high a lot expect him too also, bro can just t a s t e the weed in your blood. Dude gets high off your blood and that's just his favorite way to now

• When he gets high off your blood he gets so impossibly horny and he's so desperate. He's willing to sub when he gets like that because just wants you so so bad

• Please for the love of god overstim him he's gonna cry under you and it's so pathetic and adorable ahhhhh

• He probably has vampire strength and man handles you on accident all the time, and YOU FUCKING LOVE IT (kicking my feet while thinking about being man handled because I have problems)

• For a vampire, he really likes biting. And when I say that I don't mean he bites you (I mean yeah but I'm not talking about that rn) he loves being bit it's so weird but he melts when you do

• He's definitely the type just bite you anywhere and everywhere if he's ya know, not gonna be killed for being a vampire

• He probably bites your shoulder all the time because he likes when it's out of nowhere and you make that cute noise you make when you get surprised

[flowerflamestars]

Effloresce pov speculation: Jurian. What is he doing? Is he still in Amarantha's ring? Did Hybern dunk him in the uppity magic cookpot and he's just hanging around Spring, being a forgotten threat to fae? Also, it's so bizarre that all the fae, some who knew him personally, have forgotten how dangerous he is. He seduced Clythia, murdered her brutally, led Amarantha on a merry chase and made sure she was useless as a general until she ripped him to pieces. He did that on purpose. The Fae forgot.

JURIAN MY AXE-WIELDING MURDER MACHINE HEART OF GOLD REVOLUTIONARY HERO!

Okay, I'm going to try not to spoil too too much, because Jurian has like, his own whole thing going in Effloresce. I looked at canon and said, actually, that man is fascinating.

Effloresce!Jurian is the same age as canon Jurian but ONLY chronologically.

(The ring is SUCH a cop out in canon- if the Cauldron can resurrect from a single body part, no important fae would be dying?? Or staying dead? If someone had the power to TRAP THE CONSCIOUSNESS OF THE DEAD, surely we'd...hear more about it? We got a whole magic horse biography in acosf for some reason, but JURIAN? No information. He is...sane after being trapped in a ring for five centuries? Comes out of that ring, and Hybern assumes he's been...tortured into submission? IS ON THEIR SIDE?)

There's three big things here that I'm playing with- one, Jurian REMEMBERS human slavery. He remembers the world he fought to destroy and the birth of the next. He remembers what ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

Two, while I reject the ring/Amarantha premise, I think it's basically impossible to believe the fae, who are immortal, would let a mortal (ish) man who'd killed some of their most powerful just have a peaceful life after the war.

SIDEBAR: They're not in the story, but I have HUGE Miriyam/Dracon HATE. They're just...in hiding? forever? On an island no one kind find? They could have been SO COOL but the vibe is so much more commune turned cult. WHY ON EARTH would they get the Cauldron, Prythian's sacred vessel of creation? They're not EVEN FROM PRYTHIAN

Three, he's an even louder metaphor for Feyre's total mental shift. Humans meet Jurian and go: JURIAN? OUR JURIAN? Feyre has like, a second of wonder before being like: BUT HE MURDERED HIS GIRLFRIEND RHYS SAYS HE'S A MONSTER. She, like most faeries, seems to think fae are inherently better. That their lives matter more. Clythia killed all her slaves rather than free them, but we're supposed to think Jurian's espionage is the gross part? Compared to whatever shit the fae were up to???

Jurian's basically a walking neon sign that reads HIGH FAE ARE DANGEROUS TO HUMANS AND KILL THEIR OWN DESCENDANTS, wrapped up in the courtly manners of a bygone era, errant knighting about trying to help humans, seething beyond belief that the crowns his people fought to create have allied with their greatest enemies.

(Also I gave him a sexy murderous girlfriend with a bad attitude. because. canon didn't even give the mercenary a NAME. Also his beef with Miriyam sucking being attributed to jealousy is such a ridiculous reduction. It's not that she didn't choose HIM, she fell in love with the man who OWNED HER and fucked off forever to secret paradise while the world went to hell)

By humans, Jurian is quite literally the opposite of forgotten. Faeries made it so in their massive, unbelievable arrogance.

[beemovieerotica]

OKAY so I was studying abroad and YES I DID get the typhoid fever vaccine. and the thing about vaccines is they're very close to 100% effective if you're a normal human being who doesn't literally subject yourself to the worst case scenarios imaginable. at a certain point your immune system is like "I'm so sorry I know we're vaccinated but this is too much for me, goodbye"

so of course I was eating street food every single day because it was $1 and I was a student!!! I also smoked weed 24/7 and had the constitution of a little wretched lamb because of possibly lifelong undiagnosed hypothyroidism.

anyway I kept eating street food and ended up in the hospital with a fever, they gave me shots in my ass for malaria, and I stayed overnight. this was the hospital where I ran out of my IV fluids overnight and then my own blood started pumping out of my body back up the line into the empty IV bag which was NOT a thing I thought blood could do!! I shambled around the hospital in the dead of night wheeling around this IV bag slowly filling with my own blood like "hello is anybody here" and I found this pile of clothes in a dark room that turned out to be a nurse and she helped me out. anyway.

so i went home and hung out for a week or so like "hmm my tummy still hurts." that was ME walking around shitting out typhoid FOR A WEEK. eventually I was like euuguhh I guess I should go to the doctor. and then I got there and they were like HA-HA! YOU HAVE TYPHOID!

I had to stay 3 nights in the hospital and it was literally like the worst life-changing cleansing experience. nobody else was in the room with me, nobody spoke to me for 3 days except the doctor for like 5 minutes a day. the TV was permanently set to soap operas and I couldn't change it. I had 1 book which I read in 4 hours and hated. I would later tear the pages out and use them as toilet paper. I texted my boyfriend who was back in the states and told him I was breaking up with him. I think I hallucinated. but the breaking up part was probably the best thing to come out of that!!

oh also I had NO CLOTHES except 1 cheap slip-on dress that I had sweated in so much that there was an actual DYED IMPRINT OF THE DRESS PATTERN ON THE HOSPITAL BED. I was literally so gross and called my friends to bring me clean underwear from my dorm and they did, and they were also so mean and took selfies with me while I was disgusting even though I told them not to (I love them and I still talk to them 10 years later). I have the pics somewhere but it's me sweaty delirious & reeling and looking like I'm going to bite someone while my friends are making peace signs posing around me.

I ended up getting out of the hospital and everyone back at the dorm was like "wow we thought you were dead!" and then I immediately went back to eating street food.

[vinxwatches]

fallout (2024)

WARNING: i did not finish this. i didn't want to finish this. do not read or watch if you like happy stories. do not read or watch if you like the darkness in the fallout games. this show is dark in gruesome, permanently damaging ways. fuck this. the show may fucking nail the aesthetic of fallout, it doesn't get the vibe of fallout. fallout is set in a serious world where video game characters go through a video game plots in a world that's also often goofy. an equivalence would be if the mario movie had a serious burial of Luigi half way through and he just stayed dead. a clear sign that it doesn't get it.

trigger warning: gore, dismemberment of the living and dead. the dog dies.

as a big fan of fallout 4, even fallout 76, and a letsplay of Fnv this is very hype. and the references they are putting in straight is so cool to see. and damn, that's how you start a fallout. and now jus the references, seriously the vault hallways looks straight up lifted from fallout 4 (with high definition mods)

a vault having connections with a different vault? so that either is a process of kicking people the fuck out, or the evil experiment from vault tech... probably both. also love that they don't avoid the fucked up lore that really makes fallout fallout.

oh yea, this is how you start a fallout part 2, the personal angle. kind of bummed that she doesn't start with the classic bulky 10mm. and of course there's something about the protaganists family, because this is bethesda fallout (not derogatively, just perfect adaptation)

me, out loud: "ohhh, that's the pridwin, that's so cool" if you get me to talk out loud you did good. petty power politics? how very fallout of you. "i'm bringing him home". i'm very sorry but that's not how fallout works.

also loves that bethesda continues with inclusivity. Dane is nonbinary, played by a trans actor. it's so small, it plays no role (at least i find it HIGHLY unlikely that it will. nb people are just part of reality, and so they are now (finally) entering media.

the fucking junk jet made it in?

just "the ghoul". i wonder if we'll get more info on what ghouls are. i mean i know. i've probably heard more false things then there's true stuff about ghouls to know. but if you're new to fallout i think the vault is relatively obvious, and the brotherhood is pretty well explained. but the concept of a ghoul? practivally nothing outside of them being scary, can go "feral", and are weird. but it is only the first episode.

02

it wouldn't be fallout without skeletons in strange positions and/or environmental story telling. did they use fallout sound effects for the weird man drinking water? it may not be but that is diamond city. at least based of it. it looks so fallout that i can't even remember which of the places i've had a shootout in it reminds me of, it's too many.

not a fan of living gore. like fallout game gore is fine. shooting limbs of completely mindless things? fine. but not on a person, espcially not one that's then crudely taken care of. i'm way too terrified of something happening to me, it tends to roam in my mind anyways, even more so now that i've a reason to give a shit about my body, so the dismemberment of the living... ew, please, no more. at least it doesn't stick around too long (in which case why? just to be gross?)

"cyanide was the most humane product vault tech ever made"... accurate yet horrifying.

03

oh... so that's who the ghoul is. and that, well it'll create drama, and i'm curious how close it's to the story of nuka break. haven't seen that show in too long.

me, out loud, after wondering what that monster was "oh of course it was a gulper. wait, no, those are east coast, this was west coast." not really a plothole, monsters from one side often make their way to the other. harder for a water based creature. unless the same thing evolved twice.

oh, those eyes weren't just more human then expect. that thing was human... once.

the golden rule is severely lacking. don't do onto others as you'd have them to onto you. if i was into bondage and often horney how do you think it'd treat people if the golden rule was. a good rule is "treat others how they want to be treated" or "treat others how you can reasonably expect they want to be treated". the golden rule of the wasteland is pretty accurate though: "thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time". this rule is, in fact, recursive.

of course the waterchip is broken. this is fallout after all.

04

ok, no, i'm done. no dismemberment of main characters. fuck you. even if she does get it back. i'm done.

[mageofseven]

Thanks again for the request! I think I will start with Belphie's story for this post and write Levi's in another one. I hope you enjoy it, Nonnie!

Also, I actually managed to get this written up quicker than I thought! For once, my ADD was working with me instead of against me lol

~

Lucifer|Mammon|Levi|Satan|Asmo|Beel

•▪︎▪︎◇°●♡●°◇▪︎▪︎•

Belphie couldn't catch a break. After being up all night helping MC birth their twins, the Avatar of Sloth was exhausted as all hell, as was MC. The couple was asleep in bed, each with a newborn on their chest, Judas on MC's and Lilith on Belphie's. Not the safest sleeping situation for the babies, but the accidental parents didn't have many options.

It was 5am when Beel came to wake them up for RAD...and saw the scene before him. The redhead approached the bed for a closer look. Two babies...one cuddled up to his less than baby-friendly brother. Honestly, this man's brain broke for a moment.

He gave a light shake to his brother. The sleeping man gave no reaction; he was just too deep into sleep. Plus, the older brother didn't want to shake him too hard with the baby on his chest.

After a few attempts though, Beel accidentally woke up his niece. The girl gave a wail, but neither parent nor her twin so much as stirred.

The demon went through a box in the corner of the attic and pulled out a green baby blanket before approaching the small, cold babe. He gently raised Lilith up into his arms and wrapped her up in the blanket. The cries calmed into cute little whines. Beel smiled down at her and carefully ran a finger over her light fluff of hair, avoiding her little horns.

The baby on MC's chest made a sleepy little coo. The uncle raised his head at the sound. Just as Beel thought to grab a blanket for the boy, he heard foot steps at the door.

"You two cannot be late aga--." The oldest froze in the doorway, just like the previous brother. Unlike Beel however, he took in the full scene.

While Beel only saw the babies and nothing more (which hey, he has his priorities in order at least), Lucifer saw the state of the whole room. Piles of used blankets strewn around the room, bed stained with blood and who-knows-else, a naked and uncovered MC with a baby on her chest as she slept next to Belphie, and lastly, a second baby in Beel's arms.

...It's always something, isn't it?

Lucifer let out a big sigh.

"Have you tried waking them?"

Beel explained that he did, at least with his twin, but the man was knocked out cold.

The oldest went back over the box that the other brother recently pilfered through and picked out some onesies along with various other green baby things.

"Let's just get them cleaned up for now. I'll need you to stay home to help me with this."

Beel only nodded in response, still captivated by his little niece, who had just reached up and grabbed his nose.

~

"Belphie!!" The woman shook her boyfriend awake with a force like she meant to kill him (which, I mean, fair enough considering--).

The demon launched up in a panic, shoulder sore from her shaking.

"What? What happened?!"

"T-The twins are gone!!!"

The man scanned the bed before eyeing the clock on the stand next to him.

It was 12:45pm.

"Shit..." The sloth demon let himself fall back on the dirty bed.

"Belphegor!!"

He rolled his eyes at the human.

"Relax. One of my brothers probably has them."

Though Belphie really hated that thought; he knew that he had a lot of explaining to do.

"But--"

The seventh brother let out a big sigh before sitting up and giving his girlfriend a kiss.

"I said I'd take care of you three, didn't I?" He whispered. "They're okay, I promise."

That settled the human down a down a bit.

"Now just...I dunno. Go take a bath. I'll check on them."

In truth, Belphie himself also needed a bath after sleeping in that gross bed, but considering MC was the one who had to push those little gremlins out, I'd say she needs it more.

~

Belphie went downstairs, searching for any signs of his brothers. Eventually found a bright green bassinet in the living room. It wasn't until he was already next to it that he realized Beel was in the room too. On the couch, the big guy had one of twins laying on a towel as he was cleaning them up and getting ready to put on a fresh diaper.

'Ugh, gross.' He thought.

The demon started getting flashbacks of when Satan was born. Though it was obviously a different situation, the blonde's birth was a sudden birth just like Lilith and Judas'. Unlike his twins, Satan's birth happened at the worst possible time.

If he's honest with himself, Belphie hated Satan when he was born. I mean, Belphie had just lost his sister; they all had. His entire world felt like it had been shattered and tossed upside down but hey! You're not allowed to be depressed now! New family member! The baby comes first! This smelly, screaming, angry gremlin comes before you whether you like it or not!

That's the message he felt like he was given at that time and he hated it. He resented Lucifer for creating Satan (even though the man had 0 choice in the matter), Satan for existing, and the rest of his brothers for seemingly being okay with it. He felt like they all tried to rob him of his grief back then and he hated it.

"You okay?"

Belphie zoned back in to see his brother staring at him.

The younger brother nodded.

The baby, now cleaned up and back in his onesie, started making babbly sounds from Beel's arms. The redhead smiled down at his nephew.

The sloth demon moved his gaze toward the baby in the bassinet, his daughter. His daughter. In what world would he have ever thought he would have one of those?

Lilith cooed as she reached out her arms to her dad.

"I think she wants you to hold her."

Belphie pursed his lips at his brother's comment. After staring at her for a moment more, the demon bent down and carefully picked up his daughter. Matching violet eyes stared up at him and he felt...what? Honestly, Belphie wasn't sure. He just felt void with just a tinge of something else. So much has been happening lately that he still felt pretty disconnected to himself.

Beel patted the cushion next to him. Belphie sighed and took a seat next to his brother and son. Son. Just what the hell happened to his life?

The two just sat in silence.

"Aren't you gonna ask me about them?" He mumbled.

Beel shook his head.

"I'm waiting for you to feel ready."

More silence. The younger brother mostly just stared into space. After a while, he lowered his head to stare down at Lilith. He shook his head.

"I didn't know...and apparently, MC didn't either..."

He proceeded to tell his twin about his night and how these babies suddenly came to be. Even with an expressionless face, Beel could tell what his brother must be feeling.

"I know it had to be hard..." The redhead glances down at the babies and frowns as a thought comes to mind. "Are you and MC keeping them?"

"MC wants to...so I guess I'm stuck with them."

Belphie was aware of how horrible he sounded, but he couldn't help it. Since the days when Satan was a baby, all he saw kids as were burdens where you aren't allowed to have your own feelings or emotions. You had to sacrifice over and over for them and told that it's just what you have to do. Honestly, Belphie felt like he lost so much of himself over the centuries as it was; he didn't want to have to give up anymore.

Still, these are his kids, not some random baby one of his brothers popped out that he was also suppose to call 'brother'. These twins exist because of his choices and MC wants them so much...

Belphie closed his eyes. Regardless of what he felt, he had to push through. These twins...they didn't ask to be born; none of this was their fault. This man knew he couldn't take out his pain on them. It just wasn't right.

The demon was suddenly brought away from his thoughts by a touch. Lilith had a hold on his nose as she laughed. The muscles in his face twitched. Belphie isn't much of a smiler, but that was almost a smile from him.

The dad took his daughter's hand way from his face and just held it. It was so small, so delicate. He looked from Lilith to Judas, who kept patting his hands against his uncle's, and made a promise from within himself.

Belphie was gonna give his kids everything he could and wasn't going to make his problems their problems. No matter how shitty of a person he felt like, he was never gonna be shitty to his kids.

[sugolara]

At stake

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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On the other side, the blonde moved the bags of gun in front of him, "Can't we just have one day where everythings is fucking peaceful."

"Can you be quiet?" Izuku whispered as he was right next to him, "They're coming."

Biting his tongue, he watched as the rotters with broken bones passed by. A way to tell a rotter from a human apart was their walk. While all of them walked in a zig-zag line, the one he was staring at was walking in a perfectly straight line. As disturbing as it was, he figured it had just turned as he had never seen a human turn before. But the feeling could not be shaken off.

When the coast was clear, they slid away from the vehicle, staying in a crouched position as the horde could still be seen walking away, "I don't know, but I don't think we should stay on this road."

Katsuki eyes the freckle male, brow raised, "Why?"

"Something feels off." Izuku whispered, eyes on the dead, "Yesterday, wasn't it weird that we haven't run into one of them? Not even a drop of blood could be seen and one of the cars looked way too clean to be left abandoned. Besides, one of the deads had stayed still for a moment—a long moment and I've never seen that."

"And we were so fucking close." Katsuki muttered out, annoyed at the fact that they had to take off. taking an even much longer route. However, he suddenly realized something, "You don't think we're being watched, right? 'Cause that's some horror type of shit that I do not want to play."

At that, the freckled male turned to face, expression concerned, "Hopefully, not. We've been here for a quite a while so the chances are...we are."

Hearing footsteps approaching, they averted their attention only for a grossed expression to be displayed at the sight of F/n holding a rotting head, "Look."

"Look at what? The head you're fucking holding without any gloves?" Katsuki stood up, "Do not get anywhere near me."

"Relax, Mr. Clean." She positioned her arm, showing him the cloth around her hands.

"What's wrong about it?" Izuku asked, eyeing her and Shoto.

"That." Shoto pointed at the words.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Katsuki asked, squinting at the words to get a better look.

"That we should stay off this road." Shoto said, nose twitching when she dropped the head, the fleshy sound having his skin crawl, "Either someone had already claimed it and we're being watched, or whoever did this might turn back here."

"Deku said the same thing." Izuku nodded at that, speaking when the two in front him questionably looked at him, "Just, something doesn't feel right about this. We should have left when we spotted no sign of any dead from the beginning."

Shoto sighed, "If we continue on this path we'll arrive faster to Sorston, but if we take a different path there's no saying when we'll get there."

"We've got supplies." The blonde shrugged, leaning on a car with arms crossed, "We can look for food on the way."

"Such a drag," F/n scratched her nape, "I was really looking forward to things going easy."

"That's life." Izuku said, letting out a disheartened sigh, "With the map Kacchan has, we'll figure out where to go."

"I haven't been down this road." Katsuki said as he and F/n eyed the map, having Izuku and Shoto look for food to feed their empty stomachs, "Actually, I haven't even gone this far from Musutafu."

She hummed, her finger touching the paper, trailing along a line, "Going this way is faster than any other, but the problem is the city. There might be a road we can take instead of going in there, but I don't know about that. Damn, this whole thing is frustrating."

"Tell me about it." He softly scoffed, "By the time we get there we won't even be excited about it. Why the hell couldn't they have placed a community closer?"

"They probably did, we just didn't know about it." She shrugged, "So, are we taking this one?"

"Unless you feel like taking the one where on and meeting someone, then yes." He rolled the map and placed it in his bag, "We're probably being watched as we speak."

"Man, let hope not." She said, glancing around, especially the set of trees right next to them.

"Anything?" Shoto asked as he stood by Izuku who closed the trunk of a car with a sigh. "No, just the usual. And you?"

"Same." The bi-colored male said, though his eyes glanced at him, "Have you two made up?"

Izuku shook his head, approaching another car, "No.."

"When are you?" He cautiously eyed him, "Not that it's any of my business, but I just don't want for anything to get in the way, you know?"

"Yep." The freckle male popped his word, "Don't worry about it, Shoto, it'll take time, but I got this. Just...do what you always do."

"Observe?" He crossed his arms, "It gets boring after a while."

"I bet it does." He said as he closed the door, "You know, I'm actually surprised you and F/n are getting along. For a second, I thought it would take a long while until you two were on the same page."

His mismatched eyes stared at the green-haired male, mind whirring before he spoke, looking away, "Like I said, it gets boring."

A content chuckle escaped Izuku's throat. Hearing F/n calling for them, they headed for her and the blonde. Finally, with a new plan set in mind they gathered all their belongings. Although the route would be longer it was better than entering into territory they didn't know. Among the hundred of abandoned vehicles could be people that none of them are ready for—including F/n. Even though a small message was enough to spook them out, in this world everything could mean anything and it can change the course of their future. 

[yandere-fics]

Y'know what. List time. Here's a list of fucked up things I would let the yans do to me.

Selene: drug me/get me drunk so she could take advantage of the fact I'm too weak to fight back.

Veronia: fuck the shit out of my face with her weird dragon dick, then switch over to her human one after she cums, double dosing me.

Kassien: Cut my legs off. I'd let her do it. I don't need them. If she promises to take care of me forever that will be my sign of ultimate devotion.

Eliza: mark her territory. You know what I mean. Otherwise I'd let her dick me down in wolf form if she promises to chase me through the woods first.

Bibi and Ainsley: They could do whatever they wanted to me and I would let it happen. I would smile and say thank you. I'd let them lobotomise me if they'd like to.

Pauline: I'd let her beat me up if she wanted. Like if she wanted to seem cool and tough I'd let her whoop my ass as long as she takes care of me afterwards.

Naga pauline: Ngl when I first read the naga Pauline fic I didn't realise at first that darling was going to stay in her room with her willingly. I originally thought she was going to lure darling in by pretending to be sick, only to shut the door behind you and keep darling as her own. I just assumed the other maids would go "oh well, she's dead". I'd let Naga Pauline do that to me.

Nora: Please tie me up 24/7 pleasepleasepleaseplease I'd literally let her keep me in a rope coccoon and keep me constantly bound so she can hold me and do whatever she wants with me.

Runa: Oh man... oh man... I'd be her little pet. I'd make that my full time job, walking on all fours, wearing stupid cat ears or something, just playing into all her gross fantasies.

-girlfailure

I don't drink(1, cause I'm not 21 so not supposed to technically speaking though that doesn't mean I haven't, 2, cause my acid reflux already makes me pukey.) but if I did I would so let Selene feed me bottle after bottle until I can't even walk on my own, also when I'm sick in the morning I would let her take care of me so she can use that to get even more sexual favors cause look she held my hair back like a good mate so i should do my part as a good mate and suck her dick even if i feel gross a bit still.

[honeyoru]

resonance (steve harrington x superpower! reader) chapter five

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You ran through the forest, teleporting to various spots you'd visited with El in an effort to catch up. 

She blocked your attempts to find her in the void. You had no idea how she was able to, and you weren’t too proud to admit you were a little jealous, albeit pissed that she was sending you into a frenzy.

You slowed to a stop once you realized an hour of searching had already passed with no sign of her. I’ll have to ask how she did it when I strangle her later. “Shit!”

Breathing heavily, you placed your hands over your head and looked around, realizing you were on a familiar path, one the two of you had run along before. You decided to continue walking along the railroad track, trying to figure out what the hell you were gonna do while you flicked a wisp of hair out of your face. 

I don’t even know where her mom lives, you thought, growing frustrated all over again. An exhale left your nose, pushing hair out of your face again with a huff. You hadn’t had time to braid it back before you stormed out earlier. 

The sound of a familiar chittering in the distance broke your musing and kicked your ass into high alert. You squinted and swore again. 

You'd forgotten to tell Hopper about the noise yesterday. 

Carefully, you trailed it as quickly as you could, cursing yourself for not bringing a hair tie with you. Fighting with your hair down was not optimal, no matter how cool movie stars looked while doing it. You at least had a more practical outfit on to chase a creepy headless monster in the shadows; a pair of jeans with a thick black turtleneck sweater, a black leather jacket, and your comfortably stretched-out boots. 

Trying to get the upper hand on it, you began teleporting further ahead in the woods, attempting to catch the creature before it got too far. What you’d do once you actually caught up to it, well, you weren’t quite sure. 

Nah, you thought with a small, vicious smile. That’s a damn lie.

From the stories you’d been told about the beasts Hopper and crew fought last year, you were fairly certain it had to be something from the Upside Down. El said the noise wasn’t the same as the one she fought last time, the demogorgon. So another critter must have found its way into this dimension one way or another.

There would be no time for hesitation. It’s not like a monster from an alternate dimension would. 

It probably wasn't very morally good of you to be so full of adrenaline, so excited, at the thought of fighting something, but you couldn't help it. Training while on house arrest only allowed you to spar at a fraction of your full potential. It was nothing compared to fighting against a real threat, much less an actual monster. 

A creepy, gross, monster.

Yeah, you snorted. You were excited. 

Continuing your journey, you teleported for miles, swearing you were closing in on it. Until you heard voices. 

Human voices. You halted. 

“All right, so let me get this straight,” a boy’s voice trailed from further down on the tracks. With a start, you frantically looked for somewhere to hide, throwing yourself behind a tree to observe the intruders who were most definitely not a monster. 

Peering around the large tree, you could barely make out what they were saying. “You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who you literally just met? Did I get that right?”

A second voice, a younger boy, you realized when they came into view, scoffed. “All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things.” Your lips quirked at the attitude the kid had. All too quickly, however, they dropped at the sight of what they were tossing on the ground.

Whatever was in the buckets was bright red and far too animal-like for a casual stroll in the woods. You could hear the little plops of meat echoing closer to you as they trudged along. 

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right? It’s so easy for you to get girls.”

Interest piqued, you looked again, thinking one of them looked like the guy from the store you'd met earlier. 

“It's not about the hair, man,” he said, and you were certain it was McDreamy as they passed your hidden form. “The key with girls is just to, you know. Just act like you don't care.”

You scrunched your nose. 

“Even if you do?”

“Yeah, exactly,” you heard him say faintly as they crossed over the hill. “It drives them nuts.”

Shaking your head, you emerged from behind the tree. Your stomach rumbling decided your next move, and you quickly teleported back to the cabin, resolving to go back out after you had eaten lunch. You had better things to do than worry what a couple of boys were doing.

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Daylight was beginning to fall when you went back outside. You thought the monster might be more active at nighttime and since Hopper still wasn’t home yet, you saw no reason to wait around for him. You'd catch up about his missing ward after you killed the thing. 

El wasn’t blocking you from her void anymore, and you caught a glimpse of her when you meditated as a last ditch effort to make sure she hadn’t been kidnapped. She seemed to be safe and with another woman, and waved you off in such a casual manner that for now, you were fairly sure she'd be alright. 

Besides, you thought as you grabbed Hopper’s hunting knife in case something needed a little stabbing. I’ve got a monster to kill. And she doesn’t need to be involved in it. I'll deal with it before she gets back. 

You tossed some other essentials in your backpack; a couple of granola bars, a bottle of water, and a flashlight. After braiding your hair back (finally), you tugged your boots on once more, ready to leave.

Making your way back to the tracks, you teleported to the area you had last tracked the monster, hoping those boys were far out of the woods by now. 

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The fog brought your mood down considerably, all things considered. 

Before it came, the moon shone brightly, illuminating the woods as you walked along the tracks. 

It's romantic, you couldn’t help but muse, lifting your face to allow the moon to kiss your cheeks with its light. You let your mind wander, imagining a different version of you under the same stars, one who had someone with a hand to hold, someone to grip onto as you balanced on the tracks like a gymnast. In this chilly autumn weather, maybe they'd give you their jacket to wear, interlace their fingers with yours and press close to you for warmth. 

But then the fog came and shot that daydream down.

You continued along, a moment of longing for a life you'd never live gone just as quickly as it came. You pointedly ignored the fact that you'd imagined the guy from the store holding your hand, feeling your cheeks redden before you banished the idiotic thought away.

Flickering what-ifs like these happened often, especially back in the future. With the contract you had with the lab, and the whole superpower thing, you knew that a life like that, one with happiness and romance, simply wouldn't be in the cards for you. 

You were so deep in thought that it wasn’t until you’d been walking for a few minutes that you realized the meat the boys had thrown onto the ground was gone. Humming, you wondered just why they had been dropping it in the first place, glancing at the concealed trees around you. It was like they’d been leaving breadcrumbs.

Gross, fleshy, breadcrumbs.

But, you paused. Who for?

“There’s no way,” you scoffed but began teleporting further ahead with purpose. You weren’t the type to believe in coincidences. And a trail of meat with a monster on the loose? 

It had to be connected. 

Continuing until the tracks swerved in a direction you knew led to the edge of the forest, you had just paused to listen to what you swore was a movement in the trees before a guttural, feral, and loud roar echoed from the left of you, up on a hill. 

Bingo.

You teleported on top of the hill as silently as you could, unsure of what you’d find up there. 

It’s a junkyard, you realized as you squinted in the fog, the rolling mist concealing what just roared. You popped over between an old car and the chain fence, which allowed you to see the open clearing of the yard. Carefully unsheathing the knife, you held it at the ready in case something popped up unexpectedly. 

A shrill voice suddenly cracked through the silence, screaming from the boarded-up bus across from where you were. A figure peeked out of the roof. “It’s there! Ten o’clock! Ten o’clock!”

Found them, you tutted and shifted to see the creature you had only glimpsed before inching forward, sniffing the trail of meat that led to a large pile. What the hell were they thinking, luring something like this out here? It was horrifying to see in the light. 

Still, you stayed frozen, not wanting to fuck up whatever plan they had already set in motion. 

Maybe they have powers too?  You glanced at the bus again before locking eyes onto the creature. 

It was definitely different from what Hopper and El had described. The mental picture they had painted described a monster that stood on two legs, while this one walked on all fours like a dog. 

The head though, you grimaced, recalling how Hopper had depicted it, that seemed right on the money. 

“Bulbous,” the man had said, repeating the gross term over and over. “Its head is bulbous. Opens up like a flower and shit. Just nasty and… really bulbous.” 

And bulbous it was.

It was a far cry from your usual targets, but at least you didn’t have any qualms about killing monsters. 

The creature remained where it was, sniffing the pile of meat uninterestedly. You raised an eyebrow, pondering its anatomy. Did it even have a nose?

A clang echoed from the bus, and one of the metal sheets swung off the welded hinges wildly as someone exited it, armed with a baseball bat. 

Your jaw dropped. It was McDreamy.

What the hell is he doing?  Forcing yourself to stay still, you looked around again. The creature seemed to be watching him with interest.

“Come on buddy, got your fresh meat right here,” he called out, waving his hands at him. “I taste better than a cat, I promise!” He swung the bat casually, luring it closer.

You were so preoccupied with wondering what his deal with the monster was that you didn’t hear the other not-demogorgon behind you until a leaf crunched and hot breath was exhaled on your shoulder. 

Ew. You were so stupid. Of course there was more than one.  

“Steve, watch out!” another voice suddenly screamed from the bus. Jesus, how many kids did this guy have in there?

“Little busy here!” McDreamy, Steve, yelled back, not taking his eyes off of the thing. 

“Three o’clock!” the kid screamed. “Behind you!” Still frozen with it near you, the urge to laugh came swiftly at the sight of the fog clearing, revealing several more creatures surrounding Steve. 

“Guess that’s my cue,” you muttered and clenched your knife. Twisting your body around with a quick sigh, you hit the ground, placing yourself underneath probably the grossest fucking thing you had ever seen in your life. 

Don't throw up. Don't throw up. It was like a giant skinless dog. Grimacing, you decided to ask, just in case the universe could throw you a bone. “You wouldn’t happen to be a nice demon doggie, would you?" 

The (bulbous) head tilted at your words, opened and showcased its rows and rows of teeth to you.

Like a flower.

“Guess not,” you muttered and stabbed upwards into its stomach with the knife just as it growled and went to snap at you. 

Quickly teleporting to the top of the car, you heard the metal creak with your added weight. It wasn’t a surprise when the damn thing leapt through the air after you, some of its entrails falling carelessly out of its body. Your face scrunched in disgust. “Okay, ew!”

Thrusting your hand out, you flung it in the air with your mind before slamming it back into the ground repeatedly until it finally stopped moving.

The kids were yelling again, no doubt because of your sudden appearance, but the wave of adrenaline roaring in your ears was too loud to make out what exactly they were saying.

God, you missed fighting. You grinned.

“I’m assuming this wasn’t part of your plan?” you called out teasingly to Steve as the beast behind him bent down, getting in position to attack. 

“Good observation,” he managed to snark back, having quickly recovered from where he had been frozen watching you. 

Your eyes widened at the sudden flurry of activity behind him. “Move!” you commanded, grateful he was a good listener as you popped quickly in the air above him right as the not-demogorgon jumped. 

Ignoring the ongoing commentary you heard coming from the bus, you stabbed it in the head mid-air, choosing to yank the knife back out of the squishy mass and teleport to the ground where you bared your teeth and impaled it from below as it fell down towards you, spraying its insides everywhere. 

Pulling the knife out again, you looked at Steve. The guy was beating the shit out of another creature with his bat, which you realized was actually covered in nails. “I need one of those,” you said, flinging some gross monster goop off of your jacket with disgust. 

“I really don’t think you do,” he called back, laughing a little while he swung relentlessly to the chorus of cheers from the kids. 

Your eyebrows couldn’t help but raise at the sight, a sudden warmth flooding through you as you watched. 

You exhaled. Wow.

Pretty boy aside, you wiped your face and tried not to gag at the substance that stuck to your hand. 

“You know,” Steve panted with a tired smile, his dark eyes looking you up and down quickly. “I never thought anyone would be excited to fight these things.”

"Not much to entertain me around here." 

“HELP!” A cry interrupted you, the kids yelling in terror as a creature was clawing at the opening on the roof of the bus.

“I got it,” you told Steve. “You keep lookout."

Their screams became more desperate as the dog breached the hatch on top. With a determined look, you teleported to the roof while the other teen turned his attention back to the rest of the creatures. 

Slime covered the dog's body as it snarled down into the bus, fighting like hell against the makeshift weapons the kids were shoving in its face from below. 

You focused your stare on its body, narrowing your eyes a little as you raised your hand and flattened it, forcing the creature to slam against the roof. In a quick maneuver, you pulled it towards you and away from the hatch, twirled the knife again and stabbed it down repeatedly until the monster stopped moving. With a small, grossly fascinated kick at its squishy petals, you sighed when it finally flopped lifelessly and called out to the kids that it was dead.

“Who the hell are you?” one of them sputtered from inside. 

Choosing to ignore him, you spotted another dog stalking toward Steve, who was busy wacking a different one. You teleported down, standing back to back with the boy and raised your hands, lifting a piece of sheet metal in the air to squish it like a bug when one of the kids began to scream. “Not that one!” he yelled. “Don’t kill him!”

“I’m sorry,” you said to Steve incredulously over your shoulder. “Did he just tell me not to kill this thing?”

“It’s his pet,” he called back, sounding just as irritated. “He’s kinda attached.” 

“A pet,” you repeated in disbelief. “He keeps that thing as a pet?”

“He’s harmless!” the kid insisted from inside. “Well, not totally, but don’t kill him!”

“Harmless isn’t exactly the word I’d use to describe something that’s trying to eat us!” you barked back.

A growl echoed throughout the forest, and just as suddenly as they had stalked through the fog, the remaining creatures abruptly turned and ran away. You lowered your arms slowly and turned around. 

“Think we scared them off?” Steve asked, breathing heavily and leaning on his bat. 

“Nah, don't think so, hotshot,” you looked around. “They were called back by something.”

The clamoring of three pre-teens interrupted you. "That was so BADASS!” They leapt over one of the carcasses, all talking over each other. You and Steve shared a glance.

“We know two people with powers now, how insane is that!” 

“What the hell just happened?”

“See, I told you I was telling the truth!” 

Two people with powers. You chose to remain silent, opting to spin your knife and fling some of the gunk off of it. Steve put his hands on his hips and looked at you. “I remember you,” he said. “From the store on Halloween.” 

“You’re good at fighting monsters and catching girls you knock over,” you said, placing a hand on your hip too before setting your jaw determinedly. “Now why the hell did you lure those things here, you all got a death wish or something?” 

“Believe me, this wasn’t my idea, that little shit roped me into it,” he scoffed, gesturing to one of the younger boys, the one with curly hair. 

“Thanks, Steve,” the kid rolled his eyes. “A pretty girl with superpowers comes along and you throw me under the bus. But hey,” he nudged the older boy harshly and winked at you. “Still better than a night spent moping about Nancy, am I right?” 

Yikes. You pursed your lips, feeling a little for Steve, who had subtly flinched at the barb. Clearing your throat, you decided to help him out. “So what was your idea? Sacrifice slugger here to a monster?” 

“Well,” he blanched. “We didn’t know there were that many, we just wanted to lure Dart out here.” 

You blinked. “Dart.” 

“Short for D'Artagnan,” he supplied, rather unhelpfully. 

“So you did keep him!” one of the other kids exclaimed angrily, turning towards him. “You lied to us!” 

Your face screwed up in confusion. "You named a monster?"

“I didn’t know he was a Demogorgon!” he argued with the boy. “As soon as I realized it, he had already run away.” 

“Yeah, as soon as he ate your cat, you mean,” Steve muttered.

“He ATE Mews!?” the kid cried. 

“Yes Lucas, D'Artagnan ate my cat! Are you happy?” 

The other boy cried out. “Why would I be happy about that?” 

You locked eyes with the redheaded girl that stood on the outskirts of your little circle. “You following this?”

She shook her head, gaze still fluttering around to the corpses around you in shock. 

“Enough!” Steve rolled his eyes at the boys before turning his attention towards you. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Yeah,” the loud one said, eager to change the subject. “Are you from the lab? With those superpowers, you gotta be, right?” 

“Just like El, may she rest in peace,” the other kid, Lucas, added. “Except for the whole teleporting thing, which is so freaking cool!” 

You kept your face blank and avoided asking how they knew El, as it was now clear to you that they were part of the group of hooligans Hopper and Joyce had told you about. Will’s friends. “I’m not from the lab.” 

“Holy shit, so you were just naturally born like Nightcrawler? That’s incredible!”

Choosing to say nothing, you turned in the direction of where the creatures had run off to and began walking away.

“Where are you going?” 

Nosy. Your eye twitched. “Those fuckers are going somewhere,” you said, flicking your braid behind you as you marched out of the junkyard. “I'd like to know where.”

“How did you know El?” he continued his interrogation, snapping in celebration when you stopped walking and turned to face him. “I’m pretty good at reading people,” he shrugged cockily. “You froze when Lucas mentioned her.”

Really nosy. You let out a chuckle and started to leave again. “He mentioned someone else like me, Sherlock. That doesn’t happen every day. Sue me for being surprised.” 

“Henderson man, could you chill out?” You thought you heard a thump behind you followed by a hiss. It wasn't clear, seeing as you had gone utterly still. You were fairly sure you'd stopped breathing. “She just saved all our asses, stop giving her the third degree.” 

Unable to do the smart thing and teleport far, far away from them, you turned around again, glancing at the two.

The younger boy scowled, rubbing his increasingly familiar head of curls. “Whatever, Harrington.” 

Oh my god. You couldn't help but stare, looking rapidly between the two boys who were now giving you looks of concern. 

“Is she okay?” the girl asked loudly. “She looks like she’s gonna hurl.”

The younger one, Henderson, tilted his head. “Are you having a stroke?” 

“Sure hope so,” you mumbled, staring a beat too long at him. You looked at Steve again and wanted to smack yourself for your stupidity. How could you not have recognized his kind eyes? His kind, doe-like eyes that you could get lost in forever. You cleared your throat. “And you’re Steve…”

“Harrington,” he finished slowly before smiling gently at you. He must think I’m crazy. “Nice to meet you, officially.” 

You thought you actually might throw up, your mouth only barely refraining from dropping in horror.

You’d been ogling Chief Harrington this entire time.  

“And…”  you trailed off, looking at the kid again. “You are?” Not that it really matters, you thought as traitorous tears sprang up. I already know the answer. 

“Dustin…” he replied slowly like you were a rabid animal. “I’m Dustin Henderson.”

He looks about the right age, you thought, remembering the hushed story you had heard long, long ago before your mother stopped speaking kindly to you. 

“I’m Max,” the girl cut in harshly, staring at you with suspicious eyes. “If we’re sharing names.”

 “And I’m Lucas,” Lucas said. “Do you know each other or something?” he asked. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”

You could say that.  

"Ah." Clearing your throat, you blinked and wiped off the shock from your face, replacing it with an easygoing smile. “Just reminded of someone I used to know, that’s all.” 

“Sure, sure,” Dustin said, clearly unconvinced. The group began making its way out of the junkyard, the silence broken all too quickly by the boy, who scurried up next to you. “So who are you?”

You told them your name, first name, anyway, and continued to scan the trees around you in case the dogs came back. 

“You looked pretty comfortable fighting those things,” the kid continued, eager to prod further. “Have you done it before?”

“Fight monsters? Nope, I'm a first-timer,” you answered with an amused smile. “Just humans. But of course,” you paused, offering a speculative expression. “One could argue they were monsters too, but that’s up to interpretation.”

He had just furrowed his brows and opened his mouth, ready to launch into a flurry of questions when Steve interrupted to ask where exactly you were heading.

You gestured with the knife in the direction where another roar echoed, not too far away from where you were now. “I’m gonna go kill the rest of those things. But you,” you pointed the blade at the boy walking next to you, the moonlight making his eyes shine brighter. You tried not to watch the way he gulped at the action. “You’re gonna take the kiddos and get the hell out of here, 'kay?” 

“What?” he said, scrunching his eyebrows together. “No way!”

“That’s cute, how you think I was asking,” you said, liking the way he blushed. I’m a sick, sick girl. “Last time I checked, I’m not their babysitter, hotshot,” you grinned. “And I don’t need all of you distracting me.”

“But we can fight!” Lucas chimed in. “We’ve done it before.”

“Yeah!" Dustin added. "We had that demodog in the bus before you showed up."

Max scoffed, shoving her way between you and Steve. “We literally did not.” She was officially your favorite. 

“It doesn't matter anyways!” you said to the boys. “It doesn’t change the fact that I’m going…” you trailed off at the sight in front of you, your feet came to a halt. “Alone.”

You were now in a part of the forest you knew all too well, perhaps subconsciously. A flurry of leaves sat against the ground as if the trees they fell from had been disturbed by something. And though it was pitch black, there was no mistaking the big structure that sat on the other side of the wired fence. “Shit,” you breathed. The growling reverberated out of the building again.

Steve stopped next to you, his arm brushing yours as he squinted into the dark. “What is it?” 

“The Lab,” Dustin breathed, looking at Lucas, who pulled out his binoculars and peered grimly.

“They went home.”

[ashplayz]

Agent One and Two (from helluva boss) x reader (my au) angsty!

Warnings:

Cussing, mentions of murder. (obviously I mean it's helluva boss) kinda spoilers. abuse

Agent One and Agent Two, operatives from the human realm, the face's of the lesser known demon hunting agency; D.H.O.R.K.S. had incredible dumb luck when they had captured Blitz and Moxxie and that ended in fucking disaster. And while most of I. M. P Believed that that their business dealing with the agents was done there was someone else that wasn't so sure. Y/n a worker at I. M. P had heard about what happened and found the fact that the human government was after them somewhat troubling. She hadn't been there when Loona and Millie went to save Blitz and Moxxie but she had heard that quite a lot of bat-shitery went down and she had a bunch that that meant they had something on them that they could use against them in the future and while nobody else in I. M. P seemed at all worried about that. Y/n decided to pay a visit to D.H.O.R.K.S. to tie up any loose ends.

Upon sneaking into the agency Y/n found herself receiving a nasty shock from behind and waking up tied to a chair she figured this is exactly the kind of thing Blitz and Moxxie had to deal with when they were captured. Y/n wasn't worried however she had told I. M. P where she was going and they'd come in guns blazing at the first sign of trouble. She had to admit that while there were certain instances where she had very little respect for anyone in I. M. P she thought it was pretty cool how much each of them care for each other heck they even care for her when she's in shit.

Eventually the agents came in, normally people in hell would find humans to be lowsome and gross in most instances Y/n couldn't help but smirk due to how attractive they both were compared to most humans. "Ah so you're finally awake" the blonde agent said, approaching her. "We're going to get some answers from you hell spawns one way or another" the male agent said, shining the interrogation light directly in her eyes to which she groaned, shutting her eyes "Jesus! It's kinda hard to tell you shit when I'm disoriented from having that shit directly in my eyes!" She snapped. The agents looked at each other then turned off the light. "You know you really didn't have to go this far to get answers you could have just asked." Y/n said, still smirking. Again the agents exchanged looks. "Who do you work for?" The male agent asked. "Think you already met him. He's the dick head in the tacky suit. He's a total jackass. Ring any bells?" She asked. "So he's the one in charge?" Male agent asked. "I mean. I guess he started our company and he's our boss but I wouldn't really say he's in charge of anything in his life he's a fucking mess." Y/n said with a chuckle.

"What exactly is your 'business'? Why are you demon scum killing humans all over?" The male agent asked. "Isn't it obvious? We're hit men. We get hired by rando dick heads that die and end up in hell, to take care of their unfinished business by killing anyone who screwed them over while they were alive." Y/n said. "How did you get from our world from the afterlife?" The blonde agent asked. Y/n rolled her eyes. "Because our boss is screwing some shity demon prince that has the task of basically being in charge of the stars, he has access to the human world in order to fulfill his duties via a book. And our boss fuckes him in order to be able to use his book so we can do our job." Y/n said. The agents looked grossed out and y/n found that hilarious. "Is this him?" The blonde agent said, showing her a picture of stolas. "Yep, but I wouldn't fuck around and find out if I were you two. It's one thing to mess with imps and sinners its another thing to fuck with demon royalty. I'm sure you remember what happened last time you tangoed with that horny bird fuck" Y/n said. The agents exchanged grim looks. They certainly did and they were both plagued by nightmares by the events of what happened on a nightly basis.

"What exactly are you?" The male agent asked. "I'm a sinner. Those two you captured earlier are known as imps. They were born in hell, I on the other hand died and ended up in that shit hole." Y/n said praying they wouldn't ask about her death because they did not need to know that she killed herself. Even the others at I. M. P don't know that. "Why do you have ears and a tail like that wolf girl?" The blonde agent asked. "Because some sinners get a corresponding animal based on how they died. (This next part is just because it's convenient to the plot. I know it's bullshit but she's the same animal of a type of red wolf that can kill itself. I know that's not a thing but it's helluva boss do you really expect it to be logical.) Just then the blonde agent touched her tail. "Hey! As attractive as you two may be for humans. I wouldn't go around touching you two without your permission. So hands to yourself" y/n said pulling her tail away. "Attractive?" The blonde agent asked. Don't pay any attention to that, she's probably just trying to mess with us like their boss." The male agent said.

"Oh trust me. I'm nothing like that red jackass. And I certainly wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Now look, I told you two what you wanted to know. The others know I'm here and they'll no doubt be here soon and I'm sure you remember what happened last time you messed with I. M. P so I'd suggest you two suits let me go before those pretty faces of yours get ruined." Y/n said with a flirtatious yet sincere tone. Leaving the agents slightly agitated yet flustered as hell. They begrudgingly untied her, her smirk returning. "Thank you. You know I'm always down to tell you what you need to know if we meet again, there's no need to tie me up in the future I wouldn't run from such pretty little things anyways" y/n said flirtatiously brushing her tail against them both. When I tell you that these two were beet red. 🤭 She was quite amused by how easily flustered the two were she could have continued to flirt with them all day just to see the expressions on their face's.

The male agent attempted to remain stoic, however he could tell how amused she was by his failure to do so. The blonde agent however, found it hard to resist her charm, her face going red whenever her soft tail brushed against her. She was captivated by her sharp e/c eyes and the way she effortlessly twirled a lock of her h/c hair around her finger. She hated herself for her lapse in judgment; she knew they were just filthy demons after all..

Just then a portal opened up and revealed that same wolf girl they had seen earlier. "Y/n did those shit head agents kidnap you too?" Loona asked, not bothering to look up from her phone as she stepped through the portal. Y/n and Loona had an interesting relationship. They had mutual respect for one another at least pretty sure the only reason Loona tolerated her is because she was also a wolf. "Eh no big deal happens all the time" y/n said half speaking the truth it wasn't the first time she was tied up like that but it was under very different and dark circumstances. Loona looked up at her. "Thought you said you were coming here to 'tie up loose ends' from when the dumbasses got themselves captured by those tuxedo wearing fucks. Wouldn't that mean you know killing them?" Loona asked. In turn Y/n let out a low warning growl that definitely confused loona. "Y/n cleared her throat "Change of plans." Y/n said standing between the agents and Loona. "Why the fuck are you protecting those two?" Loona asked. Y/n looked back at the agents who were just as surprised at the fact that she was defending them as Loona was. "Guess you could say they grew on me" y/n said looking back at Loona who was still confused but gave a shrug. The two of them made their way back through the portal. Before one of the agents called out "Your name's Y/n?" The blonde agent asked. Y/n smiled. " Yeah. I'll see you around agent one and two" she said before the portal closed.

(Time skip)

As fate would have it they did in fact run into her again they had been trying to capture a succubus that had been seen on the surface when she showed up. "You two really don't wanna get involved with a succubus. Trust me you'll wake up naked with your self esteem missing." Y/n said. Both agents were shocked to see her again. Truth be told neither of them had been able to get her out of their heads since the last time they met even dispie the animosity towards all things demonic that they claimed to have. but this time, she was hurt. As try as they may they couldn't bring themselves to ignore her pain even when she seemed to think it wasn't a big deal. They snuck her into the agency so no other agents saw her and they tended to her wounds and sheltered her from whatever had caused her harm. They asked what had caused it but she refused to say anything. They couldn't help but notice that she was.. Scared.. After a while she called someone from I. M. P to come take her back and bid the agents fair well. Without flirting with them in the slightest. It was then that the agents realized that they might have accidentally fallen for a demon. But fate has a cruel sense of humor..

Because weeks had gone by. Agent one and two had already had a talk about how they both fell for her and how they already had a lot of care for each other that could be romantic after all. They didn't know when they would see her again but they never imagined it would have happened the way it did. It was a quiet night with no notable activity.. That is until a portal opened up right in their office and who other to fall out of that portal than Y/n.. but she was hurt extremely so.. Worse than the last time. It looked like someone just beat her to death.. She fell to the ground coughing up blood. Someone could be heard yelling as the portal closed. The agents who had been drinking coffee both dropped their mugs and they shattered on the floor. They were both horrified. They both rushed over to her she was too disoriented and in too much pain to hear anything they were saying or to know what they were doing. She passed out a bloody mess on the floor. When she did finally wake up she was clean and bandaged up she heard talking outside the room she was in. She got up and made her way out of the room despite the pain. Only to see the agents sitting on a couch with grim expressions and looked like they were fighting back tears.. "What do you think happened to her..?" The blonde agent asked.. The male agent grimaced.. "I don't know.." He said.. "Do you think she's gonna be okay?" The blonde agent asked..

"It's not like I can die twice," y/n said gently, leaning against the door. They both stood up quickly relieved that she was okay. "I don't see why you two care so much" y/n said. The agents exchanged looks they couldn't bring themselves to tell her how they really felt.. As much as they asked what happened to her she still refused to say anything. Insisting that it wasn't something they needed to worry about. Y/n asked to borrow one of their phones so she could call someone to come get her. She called blitz but he said he was busy spying on Millie and Moxxie and that stolas had the book anyways and since he needed a date to get into Ozzies he asked stolas. He said he'd send stolas to get you first and made an off hand suggestion that maybe she could bring the agents to Ozzies. Considering they're obsessed with demons and the fact that everyone in I. M. P thought y/n and the agents were dating. Y/n begrudgingly said she'd ask them before hanging up. "Heyy how would you two like to see what hells like for a night? My boss is headed to a demon club and wants me to take you two. I mean you like demons right?" Agent two looked at agent one excitedly. They both agreed and Stolas soon showed up to pick up Y/n. Stolas was able to give them demon disguises and agent two was super excited. Y/n changed into something more appropriate for Ozzies and the agents were a blushing mess.

Once they all showed up at Ozzies Stolas and blitz went in together and y/n walked with an agent at both sides. Before they could go in one of the bouncers started hitting on Y/n. So agent one put his hand on her shoulder. They then went in and sat down and the agents were both so in awe about everything, Y/n however was noticeably on edge. It was understandable given what she had just gone through. Her uneasiness made the agents worried. Agent two tried to ease the tension "so is this like a date?" Agent two asked. "I thought you two hated demons." Y/n said with a slight teasing tone. "Are you two even in a relationship?" Y/n asked. "Well… we could-" agent one started saying before he was cut off by Moxxie performing his song for Millie and everything that happens after that. Btw they both thought Moxie's song was adorable.

(Time skip to after all the bull shit that went down with blitz and Stolas at Ozzies.)

Moxxie and Millie had seen that y/n was badly hurt and the agents learned that this happened a lot at first again y/n refused to say anything. But with even blitz coming at her on it she finally broke down and the agents and the others learned the painful truth. That she had killed herself to escape her abuser but that same man wound up in hell and made it his mission to torment her for all eternity. He was literally torturing her.. All of I. M. P got involved and went to go show him what it was like to be tortured. Leaving Y/n alone with the agents they stood by her side providing moral and physical support. It wasn't long until the agents spilled their guts about how they really feel about her and why she said she reciprocated their feelings. It was gonna take a bit for her to be comfortable in the relationship after everything she went through. It was ironic because the agent had sworn to hate all demons, and yet, they couldn't deny the affection they had grown for Y/n. They had seen her at her most vulnerable, and it had made them see her not as a demon, but as someone who had a heart that beat much like their own.

Their relationship was complicated and filled with danger from both sides as they still hunted other demons and well she worked for I. M. P so it wasn't a surprise that it was something that could get messy. And there was the whole she lives in hell and they were on the surface factor too. But despite everything both the agents had enough love in their hearts for her to always make it work and she had enough love for the both of them. In the heart of Hell's underworld, amidst the chaos and the strife, they had found something unique, something precious. They had found love. They had all found each other. And in the end, that was all that mattered. <3

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Are you going to post the vampire fic here? PLS SAY YES

A/n: Oh dude, I've got you.

Summary: Bodies start popping up within the city drained of blood and torn at the throat. Detective Ava Silva and her new partner Beatrice Alexander are determined to crack the case before more victims are discovered. But when recent technological advancements threaten how things are done, Beatrice has to put more trust in her partner than ever before.

Trigger warning: This is quite possibly the darkest thing I've ever written. So please be cautious with this. There's a lot of gross imagery with the crime scenes.

[Also, I added a "The Nice Guys" reference in there, extra points if you can spot it.]

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The Blood Ties that Bind | Chapter Two | Ava x Beatrice

It was a common misconception that Vampires could see better in the dark. Yes, Beatrice viewed the world without light through a gray haze that was often mimicked on a camcorder, but if one did not know the obstacles they would face in said, pitch area, then it was hardly effective. She was thankful for the pulsing red light of the exit sign.

Beatrice kept to the far side of the hallway where the span of the cameras didn’t reach. She’d feigned interest in the security system that Michael Salvius had installed a few weeks before. He regarded her icily, mumbling under his breath. He figured that she was mocking him, and she placed a soft hand on his shoulder.

She told Michael Salvius that his job was important. That without the Salvius security systems, they would be shit out of luck on most of their cases. The footage was always grainy, way too distorted by the city's rain to make anything out. But she sat on the edge of the desk and smiled at him while he installed the new tech.

It had disturbed her, to a degree, the way in which the world was changing. She remembers the distinct feeling of whiplash she got when she saw her first automobile. This surely won’t catch on, she naively thought.  And for a time, it hadn’t. But soon they were rushing through the streets, not just for the rich, but for everyone.

Cameras, she figured, would be the exact same way as cars, as planes, and chewing gum. The world was prone to rushing around her and she wouldn’t notice one way or another until times like these when it hit her all at once. Allusivity was swiped away by bulky wires and hard drives.

She’d watched Michel out of curiosity, but was thankful now, that she had. It made getting into the lab in the basement of the precinct all the easier. Though, Beatrice wasn’t sure if the cameras could pick up her slinking form in the deep red light of the exit sign. She stopped directly across from the door to the lab and waited until the cherry-red color faded.

Then, she took a large step across the hall and broke the knob off the door entirely with one flick of the wrist. It was much like a bone, that way, a metal contraption that came apart so easily under her movements. Beatrice pushed her shoulder into the door and entered the darkness of the lab.

Death was a familiar scent to her. It wasn’t one that she used to describe herself or her kind. No, they were wrought with the earth tones of soil and leaden blood. The odor of decay on a normal, once-breathing, human body was different. It tickled the back of her throat with hints of vanilla and the acrid hum of formaldehyde.

The dead lined the wall of the morgue behind little metal doors like picture frames. Each was meticulously labeled with a sharpie. A series of numbers following the first three letters of a last name. Beatrice instinctively spotted PAL86 and kept her eyes on the darkness of the drawer.

Part of her believed that he would push it open, that his milky eyes would open the world and she would be the one that had to break it to him: Apologies for your death, you see, a girl that I promised to teach how to live is desperate to do so herself. Mistakes happen.

Richard “Barry” Palmer would not be rising from the dead. That wasn’t how things worked. But just like the advancement of automobiles and security systems, this too could change. Not tonight, though. Not while she strode past a large exam table and opened the cooling chamber for samples.

A bright white light nearly blinded her before she had the thought to place her finger over the sensor and plunge herself back into that granular darkness. Beatrice swore under her breath. Ava hadn’t been kidding, law enforcement was wising up. They saved everything. Small vials filled with hair samples, fingernail clippings, fibers from the carpet saturated in brown blood.

She didn’t have much time, if the flash of light from the cooler had triggered the patrol officer damned to the security room, then she was fucked. Good and fucked. There was no logical way for her to explain why she had not only ripped the doorknob from its place but why she had rummaged through the fridge like she was up for a midnight snack.

Beatrice spotted two tubes labeled with PAL86. She didn’t hesitate to slip them into the pocket of her peacoat. She closed the cooler, careful with the light this time, and turned on her heel to exit the lab. Again, she waited for the pulsing light of the exit sign at the end of the hallway before she hastily made it to the stairwell, breathing a cool sigh of relief.

It’s fine. Everything is fine. She got in and out quickly, quietly, like the shadow that she was derived from. She hadn’t risked her position as a lead detective. She’d simply looked out for her own. And was that so bad? Ava was sure to thank her later, if later ever came along.

“Detective Alexander?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Beatrice had made it to the second stairwell. She instinctively tightened her fingers around the cold vials in her pocket and turned to face the medical examiner whom she had met on a few occasions. Her hair was sleep-worn, and a single eyebrow was raised in a questioning glance. She wore her coat over a buttoned pajama top.

“Doctor Amunet” Beatrice gave an easy smile. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I assume for the same reason as you.”

“Oh?”

Yasmine Amunet’s gaze was mild, her eyes the color of cold bourbon. She rubbed the corner of one, taking the sleepy haze right with it. “Nothing worse than being woken up by a corpse call in the middle of the night. I just have to grab my supplies and I’ll be headed down to the wharf.”

“Of course,” Beatrice swallowed hard. She prayed absently that Yasmine wouldn’t flick on the lights and notice the busted knob on the door to her lab. That the bag she was often seen with was subsequently in the office instead. “Would you like to go together? Two birds. One stone. That sort of thing.”

This was a solid play. Yasmine’s eyes lit up and all her drowsiness left her, replaced with excitement instead. Detectives worked closely with their medical examiners, but this was a different level of familiarity, an olive branch that was not often extended.

“Yeah, yes! Are you kidding me, of course.” She rocked excitedly on the balls of her feet.

Beatrice chuckled, “Go on, then. Make it quick. I’ll meet you out front.”

Yasmine schooled her expression but let a smile slip through just before she pivoted and rushed down the staircase to the basement. Beatrice could hear her shoes against the linoleum, fast and careless. One did not readily look for signs of distress when they were hurried. She counted on this as she took the side door out of the precinct and into the cold rain.

A shiver rushed down her spine. She lingered on the side of the building, taking both vials that were meticulously labeled PAL86 and dropping them into the rushing, mucky water that led to the storm drain. Beatrice took the toe of her boot and pressed down until she heard the glass shatter.

 She watched as the shards were washed away into the storm drain with the rest of the runoff.

Any traces of lingering sleep dissipated from Detective Ava Silva’s mind as she pulled the Buick close enough to the weathered boardwalk for the wood to splinter. Rain slammed against the windshield, distorting the yellowed streetlamps, and the flashing squad cars. The wind had picked up and whipped viciously against Ava’s side as she slammed the car door.

There was no crowd this time. Bodies were pulled from the canal often and methodically. People who were down on their luck with the metal tip of a needle shoved into the nearest, unmarred vein. Women that stood on street corners while law enforcement looked the other way- because everyone needed to make a living somehow. Everyone needed to survive.

Ava was annoyed, at first. She had been in the kind of deep sleep that weighed heavy on your mind. Why pull her from bed for a body that would never be claimed? Though her grip relaxed on the steering wheel on the way here, and her shoulders slumped in defeat. A body is not simply a body. A life is not simply a life.

Guilt wracked her for being miffed in the first place. This was her job, after all, sleep be damned. She can sleep when her tank ran out of gas. She swallowed a stabilizing breath in the large drops of rain. The sea air was salty and clung to her skin like a film.

Detective Silva stepped over the slumping police tape, raged from the elements. By the time she got there, two police cars flanked the docks and a third, deep plum Ford Pinto was parked meticulously next to them. Ava recognized Detective Alexander’s flashy government-issued car. Okay- maybe Ava didn’t know if it was government issued, but no one could afford an 86’ model on a detective’s salary.

Her stomach churned when she crossed the threshold onto the rotted deck. She wasn’t a big fan of water, never had been. The hollow sound of her footfalls nearly made her want to turn back. Leave the corpse to Beatrice, seeing as she had gotten the jump on the case, to begin with.

There was already a sheet over the body. It reflected what little of the moon shown through the clouds each time they shifted. The rain had evened out, but the wind stayed strong. Beatrice had her jaw clenched; her hands shoved into the pockets of her coat. Yasmine held an umbrella over them both. She looked worse for wear, as green as Ava felt.

“Detective Silva,” Beatrice turned up the corner of her lip in a small smile. A white flag that bled red. “Nice of you to join us.”

She ignored the comment. “Why call us out here for a canal corpse?”

The thought rushed past her lips and exhibited in the mist of her breath, breaking the cold. She hadn’t meant to phrase it like that, really. Not with the uniforms glancing warily over their shoulders at the statement.

“That came out wrong. I mean, it’s not something you usually do.”

“You’re right, I don’t, but this… Detective Alexander was already at the station and decided to let me tag along. Good thing she did, your body is a Hispanic female in her early twenties.” She used the base of her hand to wipe away a drop of frigid rain that had dripped from the edge of the umbrella. “The neck is ripped into. Carotid artery shredded like an expired credit card.”

“Geez. Unidentified?”

Beatrice frowned “Actually, no, the victim is a model by the name of Sabrina Patrick, I’m guaranteeing that you’ve seen her on the side of busses, billboards, and storefronts. You name it. She’s recently branched out into acting; I believe she had a bit part in ‘Fright Night’.”

“No shit! I’ve seen that one!” Ava smacked Beatrice’s arm excitedly and lowered her voice, wiggling her fingers wickedly “Welcome to Fright night… for real.”

Yasmine pinched the bridge of her nose with an exasperated sigh that painted the sky. Beatrice let out a groan and stared at the silver interworking of the umbrella. Ava wasn’t a huge fan of vampires herself, but she did enjoy the campy feel of the movie, and the lead actress wasn’t entirely an eyesore.

Ava schooled her face into professionalism. She felt foolish for asking this question, but it slipped up anyway. “She have her blood?”

“Detective Silva, enough with the movie references,” Beatrice warned.

“Actually, no,” Yasmine said. “Not all of it.”

The last address listed on Sabrina Patrick’s driver's license led Detective Alexander and Detective Silva to a small duplex on a rougher end of town. Much too rough for a successful model, and upcoming actress. Beatrice thought this as she wrapped her hands around the chain link fence that surrounded the property.

It looked untouched, abandoned for the most part. The grass hadn’t been cut in at least a month. It had died and turned a rotten, mushy gray with the oversaturation of the rain. One pane of the large bay window had been shattered and patched up with silver duct tape and a black trash bag that flopped in the wind.

The red words BEWARE OF DOG curled in around itself. Ava reached over the fence and unlatched it before pushing the gate in. An ungodly screech of forgotten hinges made Beatrice’s jaw ache. There was a pit in the center of her stomach that continued to grow, reaching its cold edges out to her ribs, and to her slow-beating heart. Something was not right here.

Her fingers numbly reached for her sidearm, the fabric of her coat scratchy against dry skin. Ava spared her a glance. She was wielding a flashlight, though, Beatrice was sure that she wished she had something more as if she didn’t trust Beatrice to aim and fire her weapon if need be.

Beatrice recalls the first time she fired a gun, her brother's LeMat pistol. It was weighed and inscribed with his initials. Their father had gifted it to him the Christmas before the Civil War began. He taught her how to manage the kickback, and how to hit old cans of food, rusted and empty. Then small animals, squirrels and rabbits were utilized for their pelts.

She could handle the Government regulation gun in her hand now. Beatrice was a quick shot, she bet quicker than Ava. However, neither of them spoke as they tested the strength of the porch. Ava used two knuckles to bang on the chipped door.

“CPD, please come to the door,” She said, commanding.

A shiver worked its way up Beatrice’s spine at the deepness of Ava’s voice, the steadiness in which she delivered her command. They listened for movement inside. Ava couldn’t hear anything, and Beatrice could make out the dull drip of a leak in the kitchen, but not the dull, bugs-buzz of electric, or breathing, or even a rapid heartbeat.

“We’re not going to ask again. Open up!” There was a beat of five more seconds before Ava straightened her posture. “Well. No one’s home.”

“You’re sure?”

Detective Silva removed her jacket. Her arms flexed under the dull morning light. The clouds gave everything a mucky green color that shaded her features. In this light, the daring tightness behind Ava’s eyes, there was a bit of attractiveness. Ava could be quite charming when she wasn’t being a stubborn asshole.

However, those thoughts went right out the window when Ava wrapped her hand in the jacket and used it to shatter out the other half of the window. She took the taped trash bag with it, careful for the remaining shards of glass as she reached around and unclicked the lock.

“Ava, there are protocols!”

She shrugged and shook out her jacket before draping it over the termite-ridden railing at the front of the porch. Ava had a Cheshire grin that dared Beatrice to test her, even with her fingers near the trigger of the gun. “Probable cause.”

Ava opened the door and the stench that instantly hit them made Beatrice swallow back a gag. Detective Silva groaned. It was putrid, a mix of urine and rotting food that made the uneasiness of Beatrice’s stomach deepen.

Newspapers saturated with water and mold were stacked to the ceiling in a long, dark hallway. Insects scattered as new light made its way into the house, the flashlight sweeping over a staircase. There was a living area to the left, and a dining room to the right. All stacked high with newspapers, old DVDs, bottles that contained sticky forgotten soda, and take-out containers that squirmed with maggots.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Ava retched.

“Don’t take the lord's name in vain.” Beatrice’s eyes were watering. Everything was so defined and she couldn’t take a deep breath if she tried. Her lungs contracted.

“I did not take the lord's name in vain.” Ava used one arm to cover her nose, tentatively taking a step through the threshold “I found it very useful, actually. Are you coming?”

She kept her firearm lowered to her side, though the home exhibited all the signs of being long abandoned, Beatrice felt the same cloying anxiety she got every single time she entered a new residence. Her partner couldn’t exactly invite her in. The rules were finicky, but one stayed consistent: She could not enter without being invited in by the owner.

Subsequently, if there was no owner, she could step through the doorway. She held her breath for more than one reason, but took one foot and exhaled when she heard the rubber sole of her shoe crunch against the broken glass from the window.

Ava shook her head when Beatrice lifted her chin to the living area. They had to follow a strict pathway. There was a clear direction carved out amongst the garbage, the old National Geographic magazines, and the dirt-caked clothing. She was too humble to open her mouth and protest. Beatrice was not prepared to dry heave.

The steps to the second level were sturdy and Beatrice stuck close to the small circle of light that Ava provided. They made it to the top of the steps before Ava turned, the blinding light flashing across Beatrice’s stare before moving back to the floor.

“We should call for backup,” Beatrice mumbled, watching as a cockroach skittered over her shoe. “This place needs to be searched and condemned.”

However, Ava wasn’t listening to her. Instead, she was frowning. Beatrice reared back as the beam of light crossed her gaze three more times, Ava staring at her with an intensity that Beatrice had to blink away, along with the silver flashes of the light. She reached out and grabbed Ava’s wrist gently.

“What are you doing?”

“Your eyes are weird.”

“Yes, most likely due to the asbestos in here,” Beatrice growled, redirecting the light with the soft push of Ava’s hand. “Now, can we please finish the sweep and get out of here?”

Ava seemed to let it go. They pulled apart from one another and made the careful journey that the pathway allowed. Beatrice tried not to think about what crunched under her feet. They made it to the bedroom at the end of the hall: something that Beatrice assumed was a bedroom.

She was still blinking blotches of red and blue from her vision, But when it did focus, she located the four-post bed. It floated in a sea of debris. She got a sudden whiff of congealed blood, deteriorated flesh.

The brittle corpse of an older man, or at least what Beatrice made out to be one. It was hard, under the squirming mass of insects that had made a home between his ribs, and hollowed-out cheeks. Flies flanked the windows, daylight flitting through their wings. The buzzing was deafening.

This time, Ava did vomit, bile, and coffee joining the other masses on the floor. When she keeled over, her flashlight hit something that caught Beatrice’s attention. She placed a comforting hand on the small of Ava’s back but worked the flashlight from her hand at the same time.

Drywall had begun to crumble from the far wall, exposing brick, and wood, the innards of the house. Flies circled a painted symbol on the wall, once a vibrant red color. It had faded into the deep brown that only blood could afford.

“What the fuck is that?” Ava asked. She spits the acrid taste from her mouth. “Seriously, that’s… God, I’m going to be sick.”

Beatrice’s mouth was dry. A cross, a very specific cross, had been etched onto the wall. Arrows tipped every end, and large, stretching lines belted them. She’d seen it before, she’d had it carved into her shoulder blade with the chemical quickness that even she couldn’t heal from.

Detective Alexander fought the urge to stick the gun to her temple, and Detective Silva heaved the other half of her breakfast.

Three showers later and Beatrice could still clock the odor of decay on her skin. It was masked by vanilla, the slightest bit of detergent, and sweat. But it was there, lurking under the surface. She didn’t bother drying her hair. Instead, she padded into the living area and curled up on one end of the sofa. The rain had begun to fall again, barely noticeable.

She loved the view of the city slightly more, knowing that it wasn’t choked with flies swarming in a colony. In all her years, all the death, all the torture, all the pain, she had never seen deterioration such as that.

Many of her kind lost the ability to feel. It came with the territory. Day in and day out, the world would spin on its axis and empathy would escape the soul in small, barely noticeable breaths, until there was nothing left at all.

Beatrice was convinced that Lilith was getting there, and with nothing to be done about stopping it, she watched. Her roommate was absent, and she was grateful for the fact. What’s another corpse? This was not simply a corpse; this was a message. If not to her, then to the city. Then to those who did not know of the dangers that lurked just below the surface.

Eighty-four-year-old Tom Thornton had rented out his spare room to up-and-coming actress Sabrina Patrick seven months ago. She went missing after filming Fright Night over the summer. Within that time, the home had become a nest, of sorts. She had no idea how many were living there, for how long.

Tom Thornton was most likely killed within hours of Sabrina, left to fester. Beatrice curled deeper into herself, ran her fingers over the seam of her sweatpants, and clenched her eyes shut. She could move, leave the city, leave Detective Silva in the wreckage. But then again, she found the girl endearing and she was never much of a runner.

“Bea?”

Beatrice must have drifted into something of a fitful dissociation. The silvery scent of blood made her mouth water, her jaw ache as her canines threatened to slip into her mouth. Camila was sitting on the coffee table, a steaming mug in her hands.  

“You should eat something.”

It was a peace offering, Beatrice guessed. She took the mug gratefully, not realizing how hungry she was until that subtle burn in the back of her throat ignited into full flame. She took a sip, warmed in the microwave like popcorn.

Camila had guilt written all over her face. Beatrice had taught the girl, away from most civilization, how to function as a member of the undead. They’d curbed the initial, dominating feeling of want that crossed over to the other side, the sensitivity to the sun. How to take what you needed without taking too much.

She’d given the same instruction to Lilith, who had taken to it naturally. But Camila was different. It wasn’t about survival for her, it was about empathy, about doing things right and there was nothing right about what they’d become.

“I wanted to apologize.” She started after Beatrice had slowly gulped down half of the mug. “For the banker, I mean. I’ve risked our existence here, and so soon after we’ve settled. I understand if you want me to go.”

Beatrice placed a steadying hand on the girl’s knee “Camila, I could never ask such a thing. Besides, it’s been taken care of. You must be more vigilant, though. You know I’ve never restricted how you feed, when you feed.”

“I know,” She whispered, using the edge of her hand to wipe away an escaped tear. “I know, and I am grateful. I was… chased away, I couldn’t finish what I started.”

Beatrice straightened, putting both feet on the floor. The tears were flowing freely from Camila’s red-rimmed eyes now. She had clasped her hands between her knees nervously.

“Chased?”

“Yeah. Yes. By a group of vampires. There were five or six of them… no, definitely five. I guess they smelled the blood. Too many for me to fight off, and I didn’t want to initiate something like that. I didn’t know we traveled in that big of groups.”

“We don’t.”

Beatrice had reluctantly turned Lilith herself and had done the same for Camila. It wasn’t unheard of for sires to stick with their makers, but five? She couldn’t create that many in an immortal lifetime if she tried. It was draining, nearly unfathomable.

Though, she knew someone who had dreams of grandeur such as those.

She swallowed down the rest of the liquid in the cup, used her thumb to wipe the blotch of color from the corner of her lip. There were others in the city, she knew, others that had slain methodically.

Beatrice clenched her eyes shut and draped her head over the back of the couch. Despite the fear, the symbol painted on the wall, and a city sure to be overrun with sired vampires, she could only think one thing: She should rent Fright Night from Blockbuster.

[larnax]

ok im not strong enough. hater mode activate.

im only so angry about this because its the first time ive ever seen bottom surgery even mentioned in a fandom context and its to shit on it. im gpnna turn into the joker

easy to DIY" this is dumb for the same reason "DIY wheelchair ramps" are dumb. gcs and making hrt both take skill and knowledge the average person does not have. DIY hrt saves lives and is many peoples' only option i am not disagreeing with that but its not your buddy brent making it in his bathtub its someone who has the medical knowledge who just isnt operating in an official capacity. you cannot do it Yourself unless you want to end up injecting olive oil. this is even more true for surgery. do you think you could perform a DIY vaginectomy????? have at least a baseline respect for the people who developed gcs procedures and the people who perform them

"leaves scars" every non op trans person owes me $500USD. i am so fucking tired of people who never bothered to address their internalized ableism/transphobia about ew yuck icky scars making that my problem by loudly announcing how disgusted they are by an extremely normal part of the human experience. there is nothing wrong with having visible scarring and there is nothing wrong with surgical scarring and acting like there is provably makes people avoid procedures that would unambiguously improve their lives

"certain procedures can be risky" aw cmon bud we all know which procedures you mean! pretty please keep fearmongering about how risky bottom surgery is otherwise someone might decide to actually get a surgery which has an extremely normal success rate for surgeries. yes they make you sign a bunch of forms acknowledging the risk thats called Informed Consent and 90% of the complications are true for literally any surgery or literally any surgery on the urethra/genitals. bottom surgery is not some uniquely dangerous procedure

"implants and bottom surgery highly imperfect" every non op trans person owes me $1000USD. would you say this about any other aspect of transition? is there any fucking room in your head for the fact that postop trans people actually exist in real life and could possibly see you talking about how disgusting you find them? because im 1) real and 2) fucking your mother with my Imperfect Dick right now

"doesnt leave scars/looks completely natural" every non op trans person owes me $1500USD. this stupid fucking idea people have that The Natural Body is 1) even a thing and 2) something we should aspire to or protect is so wildly transphobic and ableist that it, too, turns me into the joker. would you say this to an amputee? to someone who had an organ transplant? because people do and its the same bullshit. the right to bodily autonomy includes the right to alter your body! i dont fucking care if i Look Natural(although its worth noting that most people cant actually tell fully healed phallo dicks and natal dicks apart. i went to a urologist and he only realized i was postop when i told him) and it should not be treated as an unambiguously good thing.

LIKE EVEN THE FUCKING DOCTOR IS NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE MEDICAL BOTTOM SURGERY. olberic had an "averse reaction to medicine" <- directly against canon where he can be healed fine WHOLESALE INVENTED just so that we minimize the amount of people who could theoretically have phalloplasty

also youre lying to yourself and more importantly me if you think ophilia has any medical knowledge whatsoever shes literally a faith healer who cant even deal with poison

like ok "a wizard did it" is better than literally not even acknowledging some trans people want to "switch their junk" like most people do or arguing that its ahistorical to have any medical transition, However this is just having that so you can present it as the better alternative to the inferior gross medical transition which . go fuck yourself!!! go fuck yourself.

again im mostly so mad about this because when i saw the words "bottom surgery" in a fandom thing i was really really excited because i never get to see even other fans who acknowledge that their favorite characters could be like me! i had a solid 5 seconds of just being ecstatic to be represented and then i actually read the damn thing and it was just more of the fucking same.

[jsaunderswrites]

Watching Jurassic World Dominion, hoping for it to be less bad than the others but ready for it to be the worst.

My various opinions pro and con:

Pros:

The cretaceous prologue was cool, if not entirely accurate.

Seeing dinos in the wider world is cool, the found footage in the newsreel is all reused from Battle at Big Rock but still rocks.

Poachers and breeding mills make perfect sense in this kind of world.

The apatosaurus at the lumber yard was kinda magical.

I never gave a shit about Blue, but dinosaurs building nests in the detritus of human industry is soooo cool!

Neil and Dean IMMEDIATELY have so much better chemistry than Pratt and Howard, it's night and day.

I wanna pet the baby dino too!

Grant being unhappy to learn the T. rex is at the sanctuary, and sarcastically deriding Malcolm's personality are references that feel organic, not forced.

Turning Henry Wu into a supervillain was stupid, so I'm glad they're backtracking that.

Okay Ramsay is cool!

Grant catching Malcolm was a nice moment, should've been built up to more, imagine a version of the movie where they're rocky relationship is the emotional throughline instead of Maisie's clone mum. But it was still nice.

Ian gives shitty directions.

Rexy framed in the water feature was cute.

I hope Rexy (being a very old gal at this point) gets to enjoy her new family in her last years. Apparently they're now theorising that tyrannosaurus was a social hunter too!

Cool shots of dinos in the world.

Cons:

The T. rex's appearance at the drive-in was filled with people acting pointlessly stupid for no reason. Why weren't they watching a monster movie so them assuming the screams and roars were from that, instead of an ad for the snack bar?

Owen is still in these movies.

The newsreel brings up Maisie for absolutely no reason as there was no connection to the topic she was discussing, it's just for bad exposition.

I am soooo sick of the clone question in fiction. DNA isn't your identity, identical twins and even natural clones already exist. It's a quirk, not a sign you're not "real". Stop whining about it already.

They got through literally 8 words of trying to be nice, and immediately went "Ew, sincerity? Gross! Better cover that up with a joke before people start to think our characters have souls!"

Maybe it's just me but I think hiding your child from the world is waaaay more suspicious than her sharing the face of a woman who died decades ago that no one has ever heard of. If I were a perfect clone of some 80s guy how would anyone who met me ever learn that?

Owen has a psychic raptor sense? What was that shot after Blue attacked the hunters trying to communicate?

Ellie shows up in the exact pink top and dramatically removes her sunglasses the same way as in '93. Did they think they were being too subtle?

Teenagers and phones jokes, gotta play to the septuagenarian crowd. And why is he giving a presentation to just two teenage girls who didn't care?

Owen being able to talk to Blue always feels unjustified, I bet when our ancestors were first domesticating wolves they had big sticks for when they didn't listen.

Hipster coffee jokes, the height of comedy is that young people suck.

The small feathery dinosaur does a chicken thing because we think it looks chicken like, despite all the therapods being just as genetically bird. Details like that pull me out of the film because you know they wouldn't have the velocoraptors or compys run around headless.

Claire sucks at investigating.

Owen's stupid hand thing isn't cool no matter how much they think it is.

Just interrogating a guy while he's being eaten, good guy things.

People just standing around watching while giant predators rampage behind them.

Every chase that relies on the heroes being faster and more agile than raptors feels so dumb.

Oh god two-person hand thing.

Evil smuggler lady signed up for a 1940s noire and doesn't know why no one is matching her lack of energy.

Raptor gets hit by a truck, no problem, because they aren't animals but super monsters.

The movie says "you the audience only care about what happens to Maisie, you have no concern for the people of Malta as they're eaten on screen. That's just fun spectacle."

In some movies having to jump a motorbike onto a plane before it lifts off would be cool, these movies have robbed me of the ability to enjoy that.

Owen shouting "ARE YOU HURT!?" at claire is the first sign he actually gives a shit about her, and it still feels douchey.

(looking back and seeing how long since I listed a pro, nothing in the Malta scenes!)

How are you cloning "pure" dinosaurs? The whole franchise is based around the idea you need to bridge the inevitable gaps!

Maisie's backstory is all retconned for more clone BS.

Figures miss "let's release all these incredibly dangerous creatures into society because I'm sad I share my genetic code with someone else" wouldn't care about stopping the apocalypse.

Quetzalcoatlus murders a plane because... <shrug>

That "I love you" felt fake, how are they so bad at being a couple?

Gotta make sure the new character is military like her parent, because what idiot would make a non-soldier hero!? I am so goddam sick of characters just having a military background for no fucking reason in movies, bring back unlikely heroes!

I'm sorry but I don't care about Maisie's mum and the movie is banking on me actually caring.

Genetic Power is a dumb term.

All the classic heroes met Rexy once and it changed cinema forever, Owen bumps into her every week and we couldn't care less!

There's no reason the bad guy had to be that random guy from JP1. That guy didn't read like evil Steve Jobs.

Dimetrodons do not read dangerous pack hunters to me.

Owen strangles a dilophosaurus because he is a Mary Sue. It's just to show how cool he is while undoing the actual threat of the scene.

When the chamber specifically built to contain and immolate the locusts fails without any kind of sabotage or outside interference. Because NOTHING just works.

And Ian just parks and suddenly they're teetering on the edge of a cliff!? Can't they put in reasons why things are going wrong!?

They try to parallel the old heroes with the new ones and I'm sorry but the old ones have actual fun personalities.

The LARGEST TERESTRIAL CARNIVORE OF ALL TIME eats single bug. Big scary entrance ruined.

Treverrow said the giganotosaurus is "like the joker" it's not in the movie but it's still stupid.

It's chasing them is so understated, where's the freaking music? It doesn't sound big at all!

Oh man this whole giganotosaurus sequence is so bad! So slow and clumsy!

Owen tries to explain how raptor training works, still doesn't work.

Ellie talking to Claire about regrets, why? What regrets is Ellie talking about?

Goddamit Maisie AND Grant double hand thing!? I do not like this movie!

The computers reboot and the bugs come back to life, so the scene communicates that the bugs were rebooted.

Dodgson getting Nedry'd to the extent of LITTERALY HAVING THE SHAVING CREAM. And the cream has no purpose in this film, it's ONLY a blatant reference.

From the dumbass motherhood stuff in World to the obsession with Maisie's biological mum in this, these movies have an incredibly basic and bland view on parenthood. (Goldilocks > Maisie Lockwood)

"It's always him!" Except those times it wasn't, including YOUR OWN movie!

At the start the giganotosaurus killed the T. rex, later they mention there can't be two alpha predators, and now they're fighting. But unlike HtTYD2 that alpha stuff has nothing to do with the rest of the film, so this "rivalry" feels meaningless.

Genetic dino memory.

Why should I care that giga is dead? The humans had already escaped, the fight was meaningless.

Every relationship that is being wrapped up in this ending wasn't built up adequately, Grant an Ellie were ready to get back together in scene one and Maisie ONLY sees that Owen and Claire come to find her and immediately gets over her mummy issues.

Kayla was such a nothing addition to the movie. I don't know why she's here.

"Life has existed for hundreds of millions of years" and "life existed 65 million years ago" dude life has existed for BILLIONS of years! Dinosaurs are our next door neighbours on the ocean of time!

The ending speech is about coexistence, unlike the entire rest of the film.

Neutral:

Atrociraptor is so fake sounding when I saw the toys I thought they would be the new hybrid dinos, not just an actual name some palaeontologists came up with. Honestly, that makes me chuckle.

Howard is shot weirdly, I looked up if she was pregnant during this film because I feel like she's always either wearing heavier coverings or just has her torso blocked behind something. (specifically I am about 1 1/4 hours in) Apparently she was dealing with weight shaming behind the scenes, I don't know if that has anything to do with it though.

So this is the Jurassic Park III; Alan Grant is asked to travel to a location full of free range dinos, and they're searching for a missing kid.

The gate code should've just been 1234 because no one bothered to change it from default.

Final opinion:

Probably the least bad of the three Jurassic Worlds, still an utter mess made up of disparate moments and meaningless speeches that do not add up to any thesis.

I hope Edwards' Jurassic Park 7 is ANYTHING of value, despite not caring for his Godzilla or Rogue One.

Now to get back to Camp Cretaceous.

[thewinter22]

Anyone else knoe the Woman afraid of Olives? The video and comment section underneath has made me feel feelings of disgust and hirror that no actual horror medium has managed to do. It shows me how little empathy humans actually have. It doesn't matter how stupid or weird a phobia is, you still fucking respect it.

What the host did is absolutely disgusting. Imagine throwing a spider at someone with a fear of spiders. Phobias aren't just something someone is scared of. Many people are icky about spiders. That's not a phobia. The thing about most phobias is that they ARE irrational, and the person is fully aware of it. Ehich actively makes it worse. And yet people laugh at this as if it being silly makes it better. Would it still be funny if she was scared of seeing real life severed eyeballs? Haha let's bring out the jsr of real human eyeballs? Ehy is nobody laughing? I thought comedy has to see innocent.peopel suffering for no reason?

People gotta remember that humans are just a brain in a bone jar with a bunch of chemicals and electricity controlling us. So every phobia is fucking valid you actual pieces of shit. It takes so little effort to be a good person. If someone has a phobia of balloons and asks you not to show them balloons, you just don't fucking show them a balloon.

People saying that it's her own fault for going on the show... Seriously? Yeah I'm sure she signed a contract that said "I am ready and willing to be publicly humiliated, disrespected and outright lied to, as well as having my trauna explooited for the sake of content".

Or people saying "exposure therapy is a thing." Yeah it is, but do you think exposure therapy is done by going on live television and promising a person you'll help them, and that the one thing they fear most isn't anywhere near, and then you throw it at their face? And now this poor innocent woman who just wanted help has a bucnh of people laughing at her, calling her ugly, and just being all around awful.

Even people who are like "I feel bad but this shit is funny" are terrible. Okay, if you laugh at it that's fine. Nobody is a bad person for laughing at something. Again, humans are just brains controlled by chemicals and electricity. But are you really just okay with what this guy did? God I hate humanity.

And the most gross argument is "He told her to let go of him, so it's her own fault!", yeah like as if he hadn't shown her the olives one way or the other. Holding onto a person like this shows she at least has some kind if trust in him. Like he's an anchor. Even when she is laughed at, she needs someone to hold onto. So isn't it disgusting twisting that around and just using it to hurt her even more by breaking the trust? I am aftaid of even posting this sorta comment in the comment section because you always get trolls that you csn't win against because they literaly acrively say "Yeah I think it's funny to watch this stupid woman cry about her idiotic phobia ^^", trying to rile you up. If someone goes into the comment section do whataever you want but don't react to those people. Fuck.

I cannot bring myself to actually watch this video more than once. It feels like something you'd show in a horror movie as satire about how horrible humanity is. This was clearly was not a safe space for her, yet they lulled her intk a false sense of trust. I feel sick. I cannot put my disgust into words.

https://youtu.be/6bAm9VY0XFU?si=ekOd34eDdNzV5DRE